All you smart people are being reminded of various laws and effects and veblens and parkinsons... not me. It reminds me of last night at the bar.
One guy politely asks a girl for her number and is rejected.
The other guy is telling these huge exagerated stories that everyone knows is a lie, but he leaves with two girls on his arm.
And, ummm, for the record... I was the second guy. Yeah, that's it. I left with the two girls. I wasn't the guy that got shot down and went home and ate a pint of Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia. Nope, not me.
What were their names? Umm, yeah. They were... (looks at computer) Dell... Della! Yeah, Della and her friend.. (glances desperately around cubicle) Avery! Yeah! Della Harmon and Avery Kardon. Yeah, yeah, that's it, that's the ticket!